Calamity of Disappearance
As the saying goes, "He who understands the times is a great man."
And one glance was all it took to see that Hao Ke was both a scholar and a warrior, with all the qualities that went with it.
So the second Hao Ke managed to force out a reply, Fu Qian casually dropped him, having no doubts about his sudden change of heart.
"From what you're saying, this setup was meant to target someone in particular?"
Finding another lucky chair that hadn't been caught in the damage, Fu Qian glanced at the spot where he'd been sitting and asked without expression.
It was now a hideous hole, surrounded by scattered, glittering fragments of metal. A surging chill even spilled out of the darkness below.
What had just happened was simple. Hao Ke had pretended to search himself for something to draw Fu Qian's attention, then quietly flipped a switch.
A whole pile of things, himself included, had consequently been dropped into a trap that had been dug in advance.
The trap was impressively well designed. It was deep and sturdy, and its opening and closing mechanism worked seamlessly.
With their attention even slightly diverted, quite a few ordinary Transcendents would likely have fallen for it.
And once inside, even fewer would be able to get out with their bare hands.
Clearly, Hao Ke had learned from Fu Qian's last visit. Simply making a house highly fortified was a double-edged sword: if an intruder was too strong, the house could easily become a prison for its owner.
With this trap, even if there was a clear gap between them and the enemy—if the enemy was absurdly powerful—as long as they could hold them off for a moment, they might have a chance to save themselves.
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